"Between two boarded-up shopfronts—*The Golden Dragon* and *Madame Zara’s Tarot*—a jagged tear hung in the air, no wider than her forearm."
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"The air smelled suddenly of ripe peaches and something richer, darker—molten caramel left too long on the stove."
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"She’d heard stories of Hel’s realms, of course—everyone in the underground knew the names of the seven princes and their sins."
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"For a heartbeat, the world stretched, pulled taut, and then—"
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"The air was thick with the scent of overripe fruit—peaches, plums, figs—so sweet it bordered on cloying."
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"A sound cut through the hum of the orchard—a low, rhythmic chanting, punctuated by the clatter of metal and the occasional burst of laughter."
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"And the people—no, not people, *helbound*—sat along the benches, their laughter loud and uninhibited."
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"A few had horns curling from their temples; others had eyes like polished gemstones, reflecting the amber light."
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"The golden path blurred beneath her feet as the sounds of pursuit grew louder—laughter, the clatter of plates, the wet slap of bare feet on stone."
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"The other wound deeper into Dymas, toward a structure that loomed in the distance—a palace of blackened bone and gilded filigree, its spires clawing at the amber sky."
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"A shadow detached itself from the trees ahead—a helbound, his skin the color of overripe plums, his grin wide and hungry."
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"They were almost there—"
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"It struck him square in the chest—and *exploded*."
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"Belphegor staggered, his mask cracking down the middle, revealing a glimpse of the face beneath—pale, gaunt, with eyes like smoldering coals."
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"The air around them *screamed*, a sound like tearing fabric, and the world twisted—"
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"For a heartbeat, she was weightless, falling, and then—"
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"But as she flexed her fingers, she realized something else was missing—the crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist."
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"Beside her, Nyx stiffened, their shadow-form rippling as if caught in an unfelt wind."
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"It shimmered, a heat-haze mirage that didn’t belong in the grey November evening."
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"It wound upward through terraced vineyards that glowed faintly in the amber light, their leaves shimmering like stained glass."
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"Nyx stepped in front of Aurora, their form expanding, swallowing the space between them and the feasting horde."
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"Nyx’s shadow-form streaked ahead, a living darkness that swallowed the path before them."
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"The other wound deeper into Dymas, toward a structure that loomed in the distance—a palace of blackened bone and gilded filigree, its spires clawing at the ambe…"
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"The pendant throbbed in time with her heartbeat, a rhythm that grew louder, more insistent."
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"Nyx snarled, their shadow-form lashing out, but Belphegor waved a hand, and the darkness recoiled as if burned."
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"A deep, resonant *gong* that shook the air, sending ripples through the molten gold at their feet."
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"Belphegor staggered, his mask cracking down the middle, revealing a glimpse of the face beneath—pale, gaunt, with eyes like smoldering coals."
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"And in its place, a new mark pulsed faintly, a brand of crimson light that matched the pendant’s glow."